"Your little wife is already up there waiting for you! Whether you believe me or not, what does it have to do with me? Besides, you must have your own way of dealing with it, right?" the black-clad man said teasingly. But soon, his tone shifted, and he spoke in a low voice. "Your situation on the battlefield above isn't looking good. Your little wife is currently guarding an isolated city alone. Like a lone boat on the sea, she could perish at any moment if a gust of wind blows her way. Weigh it carefully."
"What little wife? If you don't explain clearly, how am I supposed to know who you're talking about?" I asked instinctively. As a result, my wife turned around and glared at me, looking displeased. Frightened, I hurriedly said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You have to explain it clearly, right...? Haha..."
"Heh heh, you've already forgotten Song Wanyi, the little ghost you keep in your Household?" The black-clad man pinched his chin and smiled sinisterly.
Song Wanyi was in danger? My heart jolted. The person she had contacted above was Grandma. If she was in danger, then the others naturally wouldn't escape being wiped out together. Not to mention whether I could save them—facing such a crisis, how could I stand by and do nothing?
"How is she doing now?" I hurriedly asked. At the very least, I had to clarify the details first. There were still plenty of problems to deal with in the lower realm.
"How is she doing? Naturally, the situation is critical. I know you still have mundane affairs to handle, but I hope you can hurry as much as possible. If you can't hold out for long, it'll become a decisive battle that shocks